So finally with the help of Macdara, we have the whole song. There are one or two words we're not too certain about, but 99% is accurate. This exercise has increased my knowledge immensely. and I hope it helps our original enquirer Rightlawd. Here it is then...
I am an Irish travellin' man, My years they are 34
I've been around all Erin's ground from Cork to Farranfore
I was born beside the Burren wide to a Raggedy Roarin’ clan
My father said this boy is bred as an Irish travellin' man.


In sweet Kildare at a stallin' sark (stopping place) there I met with a pavee sham,
With a dukkering (fortune telling) bewer (Woman)from door to door and a gammey auld Vardi van.
We lushed (gave drink to) the bewer and strumbled (spread straw) the floor of the molley (Camp) beside the van,
We'll make another gallier (child???) now says the Irish travellin' man.

In the county Clare at a wee farm there, I helped for to reap the corn.
I’ll give you gold and my Daughter fair as sure as you were born,
I’ll give you gold and my daughter fair if you’ll stay all on me farm,
But a fond goodbye and a blue blue sky for the Irish travelling Man.

In Cork the shadyog (policeman) salked my jeels (arrested me) For corpin’ a gooseen (for stealing a goose)
The judge he was a m’ali (nice) go’nan (young man) A regular Twomey feen (a member of the Twomey family)
He said to me, “you may go free,” Me decent Pavee sham (friend),
“Crush on,” said he, “scoot off now, you’re free,” Me decent Travellin’ man

Outside the window of this pub, I see’d the blue blue sky,
I’m in here lushin’ (drinking) tawny wine, I’ll lush (drink) it for I am dry,
When tonight I am garted (tired), In the strumble (straw) I will lie,
Sure, that’s the song and story of The Irish Travelling boy.